Daily Archives: January 21, 2015

Mr. Sparrow

Oh Mr. Sparrow, your song preceeds you so –
the uproar from your belly –
should find such pleasantness near.
My ears do swallow it whole –
thy lovely little cacophony –
meistro – please not to fear –
nor send alarm to neighbor’s ear.
for ’tis only I, to overhear
….. your song so very dear.

And if I could then surely would –
capture it in my jar…
and take it to my lonely place,
so very, very far.
And open it slowly, on another day –
when life offers less,
’tis then should I smile away –
while hearing your happiness….

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Original Sin

Ever find us to pass longing will –
hunger driven, in monumental still –
blood soaked leaves of forest fall –
our flung spear, true and tall –
split wide the beast – an eerie chill
To find hunt sweeter than kill.
Forward the hunt shall ever go –
never sate our blackened soul.

And so friend, ready the bow
search for sweetness in death.
That certain peace we’ll never know
until comes our own last breath.
’til then should arrow point flee –
as fate puts her sight on we.

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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